“I’ll be pretty rough on you, Pat, in a minit, if you don’t hold your jaw,” interrupted Bob, who, however, did not seem displeased with his friend’s definition of a gentleman. “Well, you may say what you like, only be sure you say what’s true. An’ then you’ll have to take some nice things as I’ll get for her from time to time w’en I comes ashore. But there’ll be difficulties, I doubt, in the way of gettin’ her to take wittles w’en she don’t know who they comes from.”
“Oh, don’t you bother your head about that,” said Pat. “I’ll manage it. I’m used to difficulties. Just you leave it to me, an’ it’ll be all right.”
“Well, I will, Pat; so you’ll come round with me to the old furnitur’ shop in Yarmouth, an’ fetch the chair. I got it awful cheap from the old chap as keeps the shop w’en I told him what it was for. Then you’ll bring it out to Eve, an’ try to git her to have a ride in it to-day, if you can. I’ll see about the wittles arter. Hain’t quite worked that out in my mind yet. Now, as to wages. I fear I can’t offer you none—”
“I never axed for none,” retorted Pat proudly.
“That’s true Pat; but I’m not a-goin’ to make you slave for nuthin’. I’ll just promise you that I’ll save all I can o’ my wages, an’ give you what I can spare. You’ll just have to trust me as to that.”
“Trust you, Bob!” exclaimed Pat, with enthusiasm, “look here, now; this is how the wind blows. If the Prime Minister o’ Rooshia was to come to me in full regimentals an’ offer to make me capting o’ the Horse Marines to the Hemperor, I’d say, ‘No thankee, I’m engaged,’ as the young woman said to the young man she didn’t want to marry.”
The matter being thus satisfactorily settled, Bob Lumsden and his little friend went off to Yarmouth, intent on carrying out the first part of their plan.
It chanced about the same time that another couple were having a quiet chat together in the neighbourhood of Gorleston Pier. Fred Martin and Isa Wentworth had met by appointment to talk over a subject of peculiar interest to themselves. Let us approach and become eavesdroppers.
“Now, Fred,” said Isa, with a good deal of decision in her tone, “I’m not at all satisfied with your explanation. These mysterious and long visits you make to London ought to be accounted for, and as I have agreed to become your wife within the next three or four months, just to please you, the least you can do, I think, is to have no secrets from me. Besides, you have no idea what the people here and your former shipmates are saying about you.”
“Indeed, dear lass, what do they say?”